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Chapter 40

Author: Nyct
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-20 23:55:27

Aryn

The second we stepped out of that pristine glass door, hell opened its mouth and swallowed us whole.

Cameras. Everywhere. Lights flashing like we were walking into a warzone instead of onto the sidewalk. Reporters shouting over one another, their voices like a violent tide—crashing, overwhelming, hungry. Microphones extended like weapons. Flashes bursting in my face like little explosions. The noise hit me first—loud, relentless, desperate.

Then the hands.

Not touching—thank god—but hovering, reaching, pushing phones in our faces, like if they got the right shot, the right angle, they’d unlock some kind of truth they weren’t ready for.

I blinked, thrown by the sheer force of it. I’d expected media, sure—but this? This was a circus.

They were already snapping us like we were celebrities caught doing something forbidden. Lorenzo’s hand tightened around mine, firm and grounding, and I let him lead. He didn’t flinch, didn’t stumble, didn’t blink. Just walked like the chaos was made f
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